"Laura actually sent me the cake herself, explaining that even though she managed to gross herself out with it, she's still especially proud of the "skin tone and blemishes." If your morbid curiosity is compelling you to see the full, uncensored version - and I know it is - then you can see it Here. http://cakewrecks.squarespace.com/storage/laura%20edw.ow.crowning%20baby%20baker.jpg (EXTREMELY NSFW. You have been warned!)"

Trust me! this fits this topic and is EXTREMELY Gross! My only question would be who is brave enough to actually cut it, let alone stomach the thought of eating it:

Me. I'm sitting here wondering if it's Red Velvet Cake.

It took my brain a minute to "see" it, but once it did....wow. It could only be better or worse (depending on your view), if it was Red Velvet. I'm kinda hoping it was, but I kinda have a weird sense of humor.

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"Laura actually sent me the cake herself, explaining that even though she managed to gross herself out with it, she's still especially proud of the "skin tone and blemishes." If your morbid curiosity is compelling you to see the full, uncensored version - and I know it is - then you can see it Here. http://cakewrecks.squarespace.com/storage/laura%20edw.ow.crowning%20baby%20baker.jpg (EXTREMELY NSFW. You have been warned!)"

Trust me! this fits this topic and is EXTREMELY Gross! My only question would be who is brave enough to actually cut it, let alone stomach the thought of eating it:

Me. I'm sitting here wondering if it's Red Velvet Cake.

This...is something I can never unsee. I would totally serve that on mother's day.

I am not sure why, but this story, from a few years ago popped into my head. This story fits this topic perfectly, and it is gross, you have been warned...

On day, in our photo lab, it was just me and the male Asst. Manager, and Andy. I'm not sure how this was started, but Andy, who is a hunter, said something along the lines of..."I'm a hunter, I've drank deer blood, you can't gross me out."

Asst. manager and I look at each other, and he says, "Challenge accepted."

A few subjects were hit upon, with Andy repeating, how he couldn't be grossed out.

Asst. Manager and I settle on a woman's period. We were being unsuccessful, when describing length and heaviness of flow, in grossing him out, so Asst. Manager brings out the big guns...clots.

You have been warned, it gets really bad after this.

Describing, what they looked like to Andy was have a minute affect, however, when I said, you can feel them slide out, he turned an amazing shade of gray/green and told us to stop, he was going to throw up.

Attempting to phrase this in a filter-friendly and delicate way...Reminds me of the time I was riding in a car with my male best friend, and our mutual male friend was trying to gross us out. My best friend said something "tasted like (donkey behind)" and the mutual friend said "Well, I dunno what (donkey behind) tastes like..." My best friend and I were both rather adventurous, and proceeded to have a spirited discussion about exactly that...the nauseated look on our friend's face was absolutely brilliant.

I am not sure why, but this story, from a few years ago popped into my head. This story fits this topic perfectly, and it is gross, you have been warned...

On day, in our photo lab, it was just me and the male Asst. Manager, and Andy. I'm not sure how this was started, but Andy, who is a hunter, said something along the lines of..."I'm a hunter, I've drank deer blood, you can't gross me out."

Asst. manager and I look at each other, and he says, "Challenge accepted."

A few subjects were hit upon, with Andy repeating, how he couldn't be grossed out.

Asst. Manager and I settle on a woman's period. We were being unsuccessful, when describing length and heaviness of flow, in grossing him out, so Asst. Manager brings out the big guns...clots.

You have been warned, it gets really bad after this.

Describing, what they looked like to Andy was have a minute affect, however, when I said, you can feel them slide out, he turned an amazing shade of gray/green and told us to stop, he was going to throw up.

The cake reminds me of some cookies we were served at work a few years back. We were starting an energy saving program for the facility, and they were encouraging us to save energy at home, too. They gave everyone a CFL lightbulb. And they used a lightbulb as the logo for the program.

One day they gave us all cookies to promote the program. Each cookie was covered with green frosting with a lightbulb drawn in frosting on top of the green frosting; white frosting for the glass bulb, black for the metal base. 300 cookies. The cookie decorator's hand must have gotten pretty tired. Many of the bulbs were not well drawn. They looked like bird droppings. I considered it a dieting aid. But all the cookies got eaten.

I am not sure why, but this story, from a few years ago popped into my head. This story fits this topic perfectly, and it is gross, you have been warned...

On day, in our photo lab, it was just me and the male Asst. Manager, and Andy. I'm not sure how this was started, but Andy, who is a hunter, said something along the lines of..."I'm a hunter, I've drank deer blood, you can't gross me out."

Asst. manager and I look at each other, and he says, "Challenge accepted."

A few subjects were hit upon, with Andy repeating, how he couldn't be grossed out.

Asst. Manager and I settle on a woman's period. We were being unsuccessful, when describing length and heaviness of flow, in grossing him out, so Asst. Manager brings out the big guns...clots.

You have been warned, it gets really bad after this.

Describing, what they looked like to Andy was have a minute affect, however, when I said, you can feel them slide out, he turned an amazing shade of gray/green and told us to stop, he was going to throw up.

Asst. Manager and I high-fived each other.

I told a doctor that I could feel a clot passing....he told me that was impossible.

Until he looked down (female exam) and saw that.....I wasn't kidding.....no Pap Smear that day (nobody told me that they couldn't do it during your period until AFTER that exam). He didn't look green though, so much as as an expression on his face that seemed to say "well, I guess you DO learn something new every day"!

I am not sure why, but this story, from a few years ago popped into my head. This story fits this topic perfectly, and it is gross, you have been warned...

On day, in our photo lab, it was just me and the male Asst. Manager, and Andy. I'm not sure how this was started, but Andy, who is a hunter, said something along the lines of..."I'm a hunter, I've drank deer blood, you can't gross me out."

Asst. manager and I look at each other, and he says, "Challenge accepted."

A few subjects were hit upon, with Andy repeating, how he couldn't be grossed out.

Asst. Manager and I settle on a woman's period. We were being unsuccessful, when describing length and heaviness of flow, in grossing him out, so Asst. Manager brings out the big guns...clots.

You have been warned, it gets really bad after this.

Describing, what they looked like to Andy was have a minute affect, however, when I said, you can feel them slide out, he turned an amazing shade of gray/green and told us to stop, he was going to throw up.

Asst. Manager and I high-fived each other.

I told a doctor that I could feel a clot passing....he told me that was impossible.

Until he looked down (female exam) and saw that.....I wasn't kidding.....no Pap Smear that day (nobody told me that they couldn't do it during your period until AFTER that exam). He didn't look green though, so much as as an expression on his face that seemed to say "well, I guess you DO learn something new every day"!

I am sitting on the couch on one half while my fat cat Bubba is snoozing on the other half. All of a sudden I start smelling the worst smell. That darned cat farted.

Cat farts are the worst. Last year, when Booger was deteriorating rapidly, he would get very, very gassy. One night in the middle of a North Dakota winter (I think it was hovering around 5F), he farted so much and it stank so badly that I was forced to open my windows to clear the smell. Yes, I would rather have frozen to death than keep smelling that smell.

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Some people lift weights. I lift measures. It's a far more esoteric workout. - (Quoted from a personal friend)

Cat farts are the worst. Last year, when Booger was deteriorating rapidly, he would get very, very gassy. One night in the middle of a North Dakota winter (I think it was hovering around 5F), he farted so much and it stank so badly that I was forced to open my windows to clear the smell. Yes, I would rather have frozen to death than keep smelling that smell.

Not as gross, but I have a late afternoon piano student that comes in smelling of dog and pre-pubescent boy, and not the good doggie kind of smell. I have a perfume roller that I rub under my nose before he comes in. And, when only two people are in the room, it is pretty obvious when a student "lets one loose."I do not mention it, but I will apply scented lotion if the smell lingers...